Chapter 7

Come to think of it, he’d left Luke too long alone with those iniquitous souls. Despite his shaky feet, he rose and staggered to where his brothers were tormenting their slave.

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The deafening banging at the door made everyone in the room jump, save one, who was now pinned down on the bed. Luke knew he was near to passing out. Craig had rammed into him steadfastly, ever since wrenching Luke from the floor and hurling him onto the mattress, face first. Craig seemed to be possessed by his desire to take Luke, all conscience deserting him. Luke had attempted escape, despite his ruined back, but he was restrained by the other brothers who pressed his wrists to the bed.

“Bastard,” hissed Craig amidst his pounding into Luke, huffing and gasping. “What the fuck?”